Enchanting vapors from the perfume
On this scorching July day
Lets the essence somehow lightly loom
As I sweat with much dismay
Inasmuch as a sizzling kiss
Will not plunge the heat to cool
Might the sudden chill to reminiscence
Blot out suns for moons of blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem